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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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#1086016 added March 26, 2025 at 11:01am
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Short Story on a Jane Austen Quote
Prompt:
"The season, the air, were all favorable to tenderness and sentiment."
Jane Austen
Write about this quote in your Blog Entry today.

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I might be too old to chew the fat for Austen's sentimental quote. So instead, I wrote a short story, using the quote.


First Kiss


The season, the air, were all so favorable to tenderness and sentiment. Spring had painted the world in soft pinks and yellows bleeding into the evening sky. Cherry blossoms drifted like snow, collecting in Sarah's dark hair as she walked beside me.

We'd known each other since oh well, I'd say first grade. We had lived through twelve years of friendship and homework and shared lunches and movie flicks. But something shifted that evening, like a photo coming into focus.

She stopped walking and turned to face me. A petal caught on her eyelash, and without thinking, I reached out to brush it away. My hand lingered longer than it should have. Her breath caught – a small sound that seemed to echo through the empty street.

"David," she whispered, and in that moment, I understood why poets wrote about spring... I suddenly knew why they filled pages with words about awakening love and renewal.

The kiss, it came then, all on its own, and it tasted like possibility.







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